He asked her
Not to love him,
And not to analyze him,
Then laid a labyrinth
At her feet
Twists and turns
She can’t
Help herself;
But wants to
Trace it’s path
A game
She is not strong enough
Not to play
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
He asked her
Not to love him,
And not to analyze him,
Then laid a labyrinth
At her feet
Twists and turns
She can’t
Help herself;
But wants to
Trace it’s path
A game
She is not strong enough
Not to play
July 5, 2017
She lost her footing
Once before
Imagining she was imagining
A true scorpion child
In fear
She struck words from the page
Discarded her compass
Deleted celestial lyrics
And cast off her epic tale,
In vain.
Here and now
She cloaks herself,
gingerly tests
tepid water of words
Wanting so much to share
And open a heart, bursting
Fearing a repeat dance
with Maniae
She questions her suspicions
And agonizes
Over understanding
The complex webs woven
by the distant one
she can only love.
July 3, 2017
I will sit here,
For you
Just to be near
Is all I ask
To feel your presence,
Even if in spirit
We are fragile souls,
Older, wiser,
Cautious
But it’s a pull
That keeps tugging
At heart strings
Want,
Need
to be
Able to shelter
The one
Who is unconditionally
Loved
No matter how I might try
to forget
I write my song
For him to hear
I could go
But here I’ll stay
Hoping he may just
listen,
Find comfort in my words
And refrain from asking
My swollen heart
To go away
June 9, 2017
“Where have all the hippies gone?”
She wondered
Ten years later she knows
Her ears and nose still sparkle with jems
And her hair blows in the wind
Taking its untamed shape
But she has grown older
And tired
Of the repeat
Battle
Of moving social,
economic, and human targets
political and physical attacks
That are meant to do just this
Wear the warrior
There is a new generation now
Taking her place in the field
And she and her commrads respectively shift roles
Rows of elders behind
Do the same
Keeping sight
Becoming invisible
Camouflaging
She answers her own question.
July 1, 2017
I search
In daylight
In the night
In crowds of faces
In the rain
In snow
In the country
In the city
Here
And there
In story
In song
And in legend…
For in my dreams
you no longer come,
As I’ve lost
too much of myself
meeting you there
And memory has fossilized,
been reimagined
in different shapes and color
And yet the same ache returns
Knowing what I’ve known
And may never experience again
But having known it
I still feel the warmth that comes
from having felt love
That lingering feeling
is what makes it
nearly impossible
to let go
entirely
And so without intention
My heart seeks
And unexpectedly
reminds endlessly,
of you
August 2016
Tired mama
Tip of my tongue has been gnawed to a pulp
And my fingers tangle in my hair
Shower ?
Sleep?
Sleep sounds great
Pick
Scratch
Bite lip
No
Wait
Right.
Write?
Wright!
White
Walter?
Walters.
War.
Worry.
Buddy
Brother
babies
Gabe-y
Looks
My baby